Pretty silly of me to think that anyone gives a crap about reading this, but I'm doing it anyway...so there!
Birthday: January 17, 1976
Birthplace: "'the ville"
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Right Handed or Left Handed: Righty
Your Heritage: Oh geez… half Italian, the other half is German, English & Austrian
The Shoes You Wore Today: Black Wedge with little cutouts in the front
Your Weakness: Books…
Your Fears: Being punished by God for being a mean spiteful person who makes fun of everyone and everything. Particularly fearful of having punishment manifest its self by way of stupid children.
Your Perfect Pizza: Grilled Chicken Margharita on Whole Wheat from Paulos on Pine St.
Thoughts First Waking Up: I hate getting up to go to work
Your Best Physical Feature: Ugh…I guess my hair?? Is that legal? Does that count?
Your Most Missed Memory: What the hell does that mean?
Do you get Motion Sickness: Sometimes…I end up having to hang my head out the window so I don't get sick. Pleasant eh?
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: I hate Oreos
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Yes
Ever Shoplifted: I grew up in Phoenixville…that's like asking if I've ever eaten pizza
What country would you most like to Visit: I would really like to go to India, specifically Goa. Something tells me that won't happen anytime soon.
Favorite movie quote: "I am the smartest man alive!" - Billy Madison
Favorite song: I can't possibly pick one…there are so many.
Number of broken bones: None really unless you count small bones in my left hand when it was sucked into a conveyor belt. I was only 15 working a crappy minimum wage job. It was much akin to a 3rd world country sweat shop.
If I could eat only one food for the rest of my life: Spinach
Favorite joke: Guy walks into a bar and puts a little guy and a little piano on the bar. The bartender says "that's so cool, where'd you find him?". The guy hands him a magic lamp and says, "rub this, a genie comes out and he'll give you one wish". So the bartender does, the genie comes out and he says "I want a million bucks". Immediately the bar is filled with a million quacking ducks. The bartender says "What the hell is this, I said BUCKS not DUCKS". The guys says "I don't know what to tell you buddy…do you really think I asked for a 12 inch pianist??"